Angelina.

When you’re alone,

and overwhelmed with silence.

 

When the atmosphere is quiet,

and tensed.

 

When you’re insecure,

and envisioning my presence.

 

Know that we are sharing the same.

 

Fifty-fifty.

 

The pillow fights, too much bed, and too much bed.

Yes and too much sex.

 

Angelina.

 

I am also alone,

and engulfed with this stillness.

 

The atmosphere is taciturned,

and tauted.

 

I am elucubrated in this verses,

desiring for the pieces of your tail.

 

_conceiving how my slender hand finds comfort,

around your waistline, resting just on the top of the wide outburst of your hips.

 

I am envisaging the shifts on our four sided piece of furniture.

 

The pillow fights, too much bed, and too much bed.

Yes and too much sex.

 

(c) Swahiba, ‘017.

 

 

 

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